Back in the city's littered bivouac he walked among the tenements of home like an awol private returning to barracks from which his old outfit had long ago convoyed and scattered for keeps.

But the fiendiest one of all, whispers his sweet companion, is Boiler-Room Bessie.

I am an AFChick (female version of average f*cking chump) who has been lurking, posting, dodging, and lurking again for a few months now.

This gathering machine forms the backbone of a bookbinding operation.